Those who betray the land must manure it; that is a good rule!" and he laughed and passed on.
Frank Muller watched his retreating form with a smile of peculiar malignity on his handsome face.

"Ah, my friend," he said to himself in Dutch, "you and that warrant will part company before you are many hours older.

Why, it would be enough to hang me, even in this happy land of patriots.

Old -- -- would never forgive even me for taking that little liberty with his name.

Dear me, what a lot of trouble it is to be rid of a single enemy! Well, it must be done, and Bessie is well worth the pains; but if it had not been for this war I could never have managed it.